Poppit POV

This new game Curator taught us is really hard. Moving the skin and bones of a prior meal like the walky folks normally do is more difficult that moving through the sand. It also needs so many of us working and moving just the right ways together to make things move right. As we get closer to this 'camp' that the smart one was from. As we get closer though, the most delicious set of smells hit our noses and we can't help but start to drool at the thought of an upcoming feast.

Curator POV

So then...what's this 'Sin Eater' title Poppit has now. Focusing on it, after a moment a pop up with details 'shows up' in my vision. Man, I really need a good reward for Vekla, thanks to him I've got SO MUCH more info to work with.

>Sin Eater<

>Prerequisites: Glutton, Consume three times your weight in flesh that has the 'corrupted' status<

>Effect: Overwrites normal Glutton effects. Owner of this title gains quadruple the mana gain from the Glutton effect when consuming 'corrupted' flesh. Normal Glutton effect suppressed. Owner of this title can smell 'corrupted' flesh. 'Corrupted' flesh is only contained within living entities whose actions have left them irredeemable. Mindless undead are composed of 'corrupted' flesh. Intelligent undead are treated the same as their non undead counterparts.<

Well...that's....honestly not what I was expecting. It sucks that Poppit can only give me mana by eating corrupted flesh now. On the plus side though, the sheer amount gained from it should offset how specialized it is. Then there's the fact that they can now smell if some one's irredeemable. That'll be very, very useful for protecting my...subjects I guess? I can't just say the skinkle, cause, well, we're liberating folks from that slaving attempt. Still though, pretty useful skill for a guardian to have.

Speaking of, I should check on their progress toward that camp. I've been a bit too focused over here for the past little bit after all, especially with this sort of operation going off. Switching that view point again, to overlook things in the small field around the swarm of Poppits, I can vaguely make out what looks like tents a bit in the distance. What's disturbing though is all the drooling from the 'sight' Poppits whose heads are looking out from the Terrisuit's empty eye sockets, making it almost looking like tears flowing down the face. Hmmmm....maybe a change of plans.

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"Stop a bit outside the camp, then Poppit, and uh...Greenhorn guy, you'll disembark and head toward the camp but not enter, standing a bit outside. If the leader comes out to see what's up, Greenhorn guy, you let Poppit know, so they can chow down, if not, you'll need to tell the people that do come to see what's up to bring the boss cause of big news while Poppit you try not to attract attention. Oh right, and Poppit, when you chow down, don't worry about the Terrisuit, I want you to go for as much shock, awe, and horror as ya can, got it buddy?" (Curator)

"Your word is my command, oh great Curator. I would ask that you please share the wisdom behind this change with one so idiotic as myself. Heheheh." (Greenhorn)

"Well, a few things. First, Poppit hasn't mastered moving around like this yet which means higher chance to get caught in the initial plan. Next, I want to capitalize on their abilities right away. Last is to break morale, a broken enemy when given the option to potentially not die, will take that option instead of try to fight to the death." (Curator)

"Thank you for enlightening this dunce of a follower. Truly your-" (Greenhorn)

"Okay, okay, I get it. You revere me and what not, but could ya stop with the hoity toity type talk and such, and the self depreciative cow towing, it's kind of annoyin' man." (Curator)

"Ah, sorry. Should it just speak....normally despite you being superior in all ways?" (Greenhorn)

"For the love of fuck, yes. I don't wanna piss in your Wheaties, but fuuuck, I'm not some god. Well, I'm mostly sure I'm not a god, I got limits and I'm not omnipotent and whatever so yeah. (Curator)

"Understood. I will do my best to speak more casually then." (Greenhorn)

"Thank you. Now then, while yall stay the course I'll get the party package ready, heh." (Curator)

Reaching through the bond into the Poppit hive network it doesn't take long to see which Poppits aren't critical, currently, to maintaining patrols, or guarding the Ochre Sand Scales. Capitalizing on the trick from before I pull them through my storage and out, into the covered cage of the slave cart. Grid of bars works well for things bigger than the holes, but well, my horror noodles aren't nearly as broad as even the skinkle, so when it's time to clean house...heh. I'm kinda curious how folks would respond to see just a mass blob of wriggling Poppits flowing toward them.

That done, everything is in place, and only a short bit before Greenhorn brings the wagon turned sleigh to a stop and gets off, followed by the Terrisuit falling off with a heavy thud, only to be helped up by the Greenhorn. Yanno, maybe to be a more aware as their, kinda, my responsibility slightly I should ask their name.

"Hey, Greenhorn Guy, what's your actual name?" (Curator)

"It's Paul. You're actually the first to ask that since I had to join on with my...former boss." (Paul)